Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.